Tomorrow is a kinda a big day.
I haven't talked about it much this week. Which is completely abnormal for me. Ryan even said, 'you haven't pestered/mentioned/shouted/repeatedly reminded/badgered/even made one peep about your favorite day of the year once this week/month/last 60 days.'
I know. I know.
Tomorrow is my 31st birthday.
The Big 3-ONE!
I am just having the toughest time handling this.
Like it feels so weird.
And I know, some of y'all are like, 'Girl, you a baby!! Calm the heck down.'
But I'm not. And I don't wanna.
Last year, when I turned 30, it was no biggie. Easy peezy. Lickity split (I don't know what that was). I had a big par-tay, had a bunch of friends and fam come over. Got completely wasted. 'Cause it's my birthday. Normal.
This year.............not so much.
My friend put it best, she said, 'last year you just turned 30, this year you are IN your 30s.'
Righty-o you are there. Righty-o.
And you know what's even more confusing to me?
I still feel like I'm in my 20s. Well, maybe mid-20s.
Getting old sucks balls.
The only thing that lifted my gloomy birthday mood this morning was this early present:
Thanks to my lovely co-workers and friends for making my day on that one!
And I already mowed one down.
Contemplating a second.
It's my birthday. (Which is my favorite saying on the planet, because no one can argue that beautiful point.)
Anyways. I just wanted to write out my weirdass, conflicting, highly emotional, feelings about my birthday.
Oh, and I have a super cute outfit on today:
Notice the nails match the shirt!! 'Cause that's how I roll.